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Get Arthur & Gwen Laid Campaign




It was the tug, then the slide -

A husked, "Guinevere -

Her breath hitched, her hand dropped and his panting was hot and damp against her neck.



Premise: Arthur and Gwen should have sex. Happy sex, silly sex, angry sex, comfort sex. In the bed, on the table, against a wall, on the throne, against a tree, in the kitchen, in Gwen's house, on the training field. Naked, half dressed, with leather, with toys, because of swords, because of dresses, because of their burning and ardent and eternal love, because they just really, really want to.

Write a drabble, vignette, fic, or epic. Do a sketch, a comic, a painting, a masterpiece. Manip to imply, to tease, to cause fandom-wide blushing.

Whether you play by your username or anonymously, your smutty contributions are well wanted. Be sentimental, sweet, or saucy. Flirty, fast, or filthy. Anything, just so long as Gwen and Arthur get laid!

RULES

1) One prompt per comment, but leave as many prompts as you like
      - Kinks list
      - Image/visual prompts welcome (note: link is very much NSFW)
      - Music prompts welcome
2) When prompting, please check to make sure you're not repeating someone else's
3) Prompts can be filled as many times as inspires
4) Works don't have to be smutty; if a prompt inspires you to something else, run with it.
5) Warn for things like incest, bestiality, noncon/dubcon, abuse, death, violence, etc. Basically anything that could potentially be a trigger, please act on the safe side and warn for it.
6) No hating on people's kinks. If it's not to your taste, scroll on to something that is
7) And when commenting on fic where a kink is not something you usually go for, try and be courteous. Saying "eww, golden showers are gross but you made it not-gross!" is not particualrly complimentary to either the prompt leaver or filler.
8) Absolutely no character bashing
9) OT3/4/5/6/everyone scenarios are welcome, so long as Arthur/Gwen is central to it
10) Warn for spoilers in your subject line
11) Anonymous commenting is turned on
12) No RPF please!
13) Fanartists and fanvidders are adored
14) Most importantly:

GET ARTHUR AND GWEN LAID!


Coding, if you feel so inclined as to promote:



With ♥,
- la_esmeralda_ & kepp0xy~


Gwen grinned, her eyes gleaming in the shadows of the alcove.

"Shh, Arthur," she said, and pushed him against the wall. She inched her hand down the plane of his chest.

"Shh," she said, and slid down.




Delectably smutty contributions thus far

Prompts in need of love and affection (compiled by the delightful fly_to_dawn

Comments

mustbethursday3
Oct. 17th, 2010 09:03 am (UTC)
"I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time."
- Jack London


Something Sci-Fi? Something to do with planets and stars, maybe?
manzanas_verdes
Oct. 17th, 2010 11:01 pm (UTC)
Um, don't think this is what you wanted at all but here, for you! ::must learn to code that tiny font thingy::
----

They lay in the grass, the smell of green in her nose and the taste of his kiss in her mouth. His hand feels the same, always the same, and yet it isn't. In her mind's eye she tries to see him as he is here on the blanket, as he could have been on that boat sailing into the mist. She fails, she only sees him as he was and has always been.

They say the stars are burning memories, these dead things shining and twinkling down at them from long lost pasts, unbroken by time's passing, undaunted by the feeble existence of these mayfly mortals. Sometimes she wonders if the stars know how much they mean to these silly humans who think themselves so important, are so self-aggrandized that their destinies, their entire futures would be spelled out on those bright, distant dots in the night sky. Was their destiny written there? Did this encryption happen when they were born or when they finally consumed themselves in a bright blaze?

'Stop it', he says, hand squeezing hers. The same hand she know so well. 'I can hear you thinking from over here'.

She sighs, 'won't be long now, I think'. She turns a looks at him, eyes closed and mouth turned up at the edges, his skin is warm when she presses her fingers to the pulse point on his neck. He looks at her.

'Gwen. Please'.
'It's just-' she doesn't finish, instead she looks back to the sky.
'I know'. Now it's him looking at her, feeling her breath with his palm flat on her ribcage. This too is an old habit.

She fancies him a comet, unstoppable, bringing debris and people along his path wherever he goes, whenever he goes. His kisses are warm and overwhelming, alive in every stroke of his tongue and she feels wound tight, so close now to the end. They also say every end is a new beginning. She wishes they'd shut up.

Gwen snakes a hand under his shirt, touching blood-warm skin. No scars this time 'round. And yet the patterns are there, her fingers swirling and tracing, drawing wells and dips she knows had been there once. How can this man still be her Arthur? And yet.

'I will find you again, Gwen', his voice is harsh, broken. 'I always do'.
'You will. You always do'.

She lets him lift up her skirt, pulls him to her, on top of her, now now now, don't wait. No time to wait. He gasps when he enters her, she's not ready for him, she doesn't care. Tells him so with her hips and her lips and her hands. And then it's all rhythm, push-pull, drag-press, this dance as old as time and maybe the only thing they have any right to remember so clearly at all. He still buries his face in her neck, still cups the underside of her knee, still makes her shiver and quake just by breathing on the right place. They are still Arthur and Guinevere, as young as they were when they died that first time. As old as Morgana could make them ever be.

'I don't think she meant it to work quite like this', he tells her afterward, his arm a comforting weight over her stomach. She borrows closer to him.
'No, she couldn't have', the bitterness has not faded one bit over the years, and she feels wretched because it was a gift, a forgive-me note Morgana stuck on their foreheads when Arthur fell and Gwen felt like the sky had fallen too. Morgana's farewell gift. Somehow Gwen thought they'd find her again, Morgana, and maybe Merlin too, but no, that was not how it was intended to be. How was it intended to be, then? This endless wheel of lives and deaths and ends and beginnings?

'Maybe we're like those stars, Arthur. Maybe we've been dead all along but somehow we cannot see it, cannot know because we're still warm'.

He gives her a look. She blushes and says it doesn't matter, he should ignore her, she's being silly. He tells her she's never been silly and he's never been able to ignore her. They kiss again. They make love again. They watch the stars again and continue to burn bright, to never die.

Gwen wonders if they are living at all.
hmsharmony
Oct. 17th, 2010 11:07 pm (UTC)
I'm actually rendered speechless. This is such a beautiful, heartbreaking piece. Your use of imagery is just...wow. So in love with this.
manzanas_verdes
Oct. 19th, 2010 09:05 am (UTC)
Thank you so much for such generous comment, love. I'm glad you enjoyed it!
nurse_stiney
Oct. 18th, 2010 12:25 am (UTC)
Oh, THIS. ::is SPEECHLESS:: O.O
manzanas_verdes
Oct. 19th, 2010 09:06 am (UTC)
in a good way, I hope?

Thank you! &hearts
ella_rose88
Oct. 18th, 2010 01:35 am (UTC)
WOW, I'm totally and uttery speechless!!! The prompt was wonderful and the way you wrote it was just... wonderful. And sad, yet beautiful!!!
manzanas_verdes
Oct. 19th, 2010 09:07 am (UTC)
And sad, yet beautiful!!!
They just lend themselves to that sort of emotion(s), I think.

I'm glad you liked &hearts
duskyfox
Oct. 18th, 2010 01:48 am (UTC)
This is gorgeous. Just painful and beautiful and lovely.
manzanas_verdes
Oct. 19th, 2010 09:09 am (UTC)
Thanks a lot! I'm glad you think it gorgeous, darling &hearts
mustbethursday3
Oct. 18th, 2010 12:09 pm (UTC)
*CLINGS TO AMAZING FRIEND*
I finally take some time - from my 'busy' do-nothing holiday mode - to read this and WAOW (that's right, my sentiment required a new spelling of an old word). You know how sometimes you read a fic and from the first word there is ANY POSSIBILITY OF ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING HAPPENING- it's like an endless void - and slowly it all comes into focus, things drop into place and you start to understand the author's world and it's limits on the characters the situation as you keep reading. And by the last word you get it, like everything clicks, and it's perfect?

Yeh. Your fic.

Maybe we're like those stars, Arthur. Maybe we've been dead all along but somehow we cannot see it, cannot know because we're still warm'.

Yeh. This line.

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manzanas_verdes
Oct. 19th, 2010 09:15 am (UTC)
Re: *CLINGS TO AMAZING FRIEND*
'busy' do-nothing holiday mode I am both honored and jealous.

like everything clicks
I was all sweaty-palms over this, I swear. Wasn't sure it would make sense in the end, but decided to leave it be, which is why it's so first draft-tastic ::facepalm:: Utterly relieved it works, tho.

omg, Thursday! I'm so stoked you like it because I'm pretty sure this is the best thing I've ever written (so far). Or I love it as though it was, anyway. And your prompt was just glorious even though I don't think this is what you were hoping for...

&hearts you!

thewatch
Oct. 26th, 2010 12:16 pm (UTC)
This is really beautiful. Heartbreaking and magical and makes me ache a little.
rainbow_connec
Nov. 2nd, 2010 05:37 am (UTC)
How beautiful is this!!! Very nice.
alwaysadream963
Nov. 2nd, 2010 04:04 pm (UTC)
So quiet, soulful, haunting and sad. Just achingly beautiful.

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